What happens on Trinibogo... 
An E&I Island Story 
Copyright 2005 by Stormbringer 
Revised 2010

June 2004


"Cough." Despite being one of Floyd's closest friends, the doctor
always snickered when he cupped Floyd's genitalia. "You don't
really want to do this do you?"

"No." Floyd had come in for a physical and was under orders to
discuss getting a vasectomy. "And you know what, screw Jess."
Floyd looked down at his penis in the doctor's hand. Floyd was a
fit, muscular guy that looked like a movie star, but fate had
cursed him with a small penis. It looked like a little thumb
dangling over two walnuts. Erect, it strained to reach four
inches on a good day. "How'd you like to help me get back at
her?"

Screw the bitch is exactly what I'd like to do, thought the
doctor. Jessica Frost was one stunning woman. "What did you have
in mind? You can get dressed now."

"Write me out a prescription for fertility pills. The strongest
you got."

"Unethical, but consider it done. I know how much you've always
wanted children."

*****************

"I still don't think this is a good idea. The Senator needs me."

Floyd Frost smiled at his wife as they walked through Tyson's
Corner, a large mall outside Washington DC. "The Senator was all
for the idea my love. He thinks you need a vacation as much as I
do."

Jessica was the chief of staff to Senator Spalding of Idaho. The
Senator was a strong white house contender and Jessica could well
end up as the Chief of Staff to the President or maybe even
Secretary of State. The one roadblock to the Senator's rise was
that he was slightly bigoted. He'd never been a racist before,
but his daughter, a Miss Teen Idaho contestant, had moved to New
York to start a modeling career and ended up in lesbian and
interracial porn.

Jessica's career was her number one priority. Her husband was
number two. Floyd didn't mind all that much. Jessica was making
the big bucks, but he was desperate for children. Jessica was so
petrified at the thought of children interfering with her rise to
power, that she rarely allowed her husband to touch her sexually.
When they did have sex, Floyd always had to wear a condom as Jess
was allergic to the pill. Her fear of pregnancy also had her
freeze up in bed. She wasn't experimentitive, never did oral, and
basically laid still praying for Floyd to get over quickly which
he usually did.

Floyd had tried everything to get his wife to loosen up. He tried
getting her drunk and once thought she moaned softly in her
stupor, even raised her hips slightly. He tried porn, but that
only made Jess comment on the size of the male porn star's dicks.
Floyd lied and told her that the men were all one in a thousand
super studs hired for their large cocks. The truth was that the
men in the movies they watched were all normal men with average
penises in the six inch range.

"Did I just see you grin?" asked Floyd, as they entered a
swimwear store.

"I am looking forward to getting some sun." Jessica's one small
luxury was to take two weekends during the summer to go to the
beach on Maryland's Eastern shore. She loved lying in the sand
and sun tanning.

Jess started looking through the swimwear. Floyd shook his head
as she flipped through some conservative one piece suits. "Why
Trinibogo?" she asked. "I've never heard of it. "Why not Saint
Martin, Saint Thomas, or Aruba or something?"

"Trinibogo is a fairly new resort. Remember the hurricane that
wiped it out some years back? Apparently the island is sparsely
inhabited and not overrunning with annoying tourists or
Eurotrash. I wasn't aware of it, but the travel agent had just
gotten back from there. She seemed rather in awe of the place and
looked dreamy eyed the whole time she talked about it. She's
planning on going back with friends as soon as she can get away."

"Well honey, it's a wonderful anniversary present." Jessica had
now moved on to a rack of bikinis much to Floyd's delight.

"We arrive the night before our anniversary and exactly six
weeks."

"What do you mean?"

"Six weeks after my operation," lied Floyd. "Right when we can
make love again."

"Oh yeah." Jessica crinkled her nose at the thought and Floyd
didn't miss it.

"Meaning no more condoms."

"I'm not so sure about that. How do you know it's 100% guaranteed
not to get me pregnant. Plus it's messy." Jess crinkled her nose
again.

"Come on Jess. Just for the week we're there. I didn't get fixed
so that I had to wear a condom. Plus, condoms aren‘t one hundred
percent effective either."

"Sshh, keep it down. I'll think about it. Maybe that week I'll
let you. I just can't get pregnant. Not now of all times."

Floyd smiled and nodded. Tonight he would began slipping the
fertility pills into Jess's drinks. The vacation falling on their
anniversary was just a lucky coincidence. He'd actually tied the
trip to what he had calculated as Jessica's most fertile time
period.

What neither husband nor wife knew was that Floyd's penis wasn't
capable of getting her pregnant. His ejaculate didn't shoot, It
dribbled, barely enough to fill a thimble. This, along with his
short length and a low sperm count meant that it would be a
miracle for him to conceive at all.

Jessica tried on some swimsuits with Floyd peering over the
changing room door giving his opinion which she never listened
to, but always asked for. Jessica spun around seeming to like a
lame one piece all black suit. The black did look good on her.
Jessica had creamy white skin. Her hair was also raven black and
black was her best color. She had bright green eyes and full
pouty lips. Jessica Frost stood nearly six feet tall with a
supermodel's willowy body and a stripper's DD chest. Her proud
breasts were just now starting to sag as she approached thirty.
Women should not look this good and refuse to show off their
bodies, thought Floyd. Jessica wasn't completely conservative.
She could look simply magnificent in an all black evening gown at
political balls. Floyd looked quite good in his tux for that
matter too. Together, they looked like a Hollywood glamour
couple. "I think, I'll go with this one," she said.

"Honey, you're going on vacation. You shouldn't be so
conservative."

"I wouldn't mind a more even all around tan," she said,
thoughtfully. Jess tanned fairly well and with her pale skin, the
covered areas of her body always stood out when she was nude. She
picked up a two piece. This one fit perfectly, but I don't like
the color. White doesn't suit me."

Jessica handed Floyd the suit and he returned it to the rack.
Nearby a dummy wore a sexy string bikini. "Now that's a
swimsuit," said Floyd. The dummy's Barbie-esque figure was
amazingly close to Jessica's. "Wow!" He pictured his wife wearing
this perfect bikini. It came in black too. The bottoms were held
together by strings on the hips. Floyd looked around and no one
was near. He reached out and tugged on the strings. The bottoms
fell off the dummy revealing it's plain hairless crotch. More
strings held the top on. One around the neck and one around the
back. Four tugs and he could make his wife naked. "I wish," he
mumbled. Unfortunately, the black bikini had bottoms her size,
but the maximum top size was only a double C cup. Floyd shrugged
and returned to his wife.

"We have our winner."

Floyd peeped over the door and felt disappointed. The two piece
was the least she'd ever worn to the beach, but it was sad
compared to a real bikini. The bottoms were intended for a mother
to cover stretch marks or the bulge under her belly. They stopped
just above her navel which was sad because Jess had the sexiest
stomach and belly button. The top was more of a sports bra. Oh
well, he thought, at least there was some bare skin showing under
her breasts.

Jessica took the suit off. "Be a dear and pay for this while I
change." She threw the suit over the door. Floyd took it and
headed for the cashier. He paused as he passed the string bikini
display. He looked at the lame suit in his hand and the sexy
suits on the models. He smirked and hung her two piece on the
rack.

The bikini he bought was the black one with a cup size to small.

**************

Jessica was actually horny. She almost looked forward to sex when
they landed. They'd switched to a small sea plane in Puerto Rico.
Apparently Trinibogo didn't have an airport. Guests came by
seaplane or cruise ship.

Her arousal confused her. She'd started feeling it the day she
and Floyd went swimsuit shopping. It had grown as the date of
their trip had arrived. Jess couldn't recall feeling horny since
the first couple of times she and Floyd had gotten together as
teenagers. She'd been horny and ready then, but her arousal had
faded after experiencing sex a couple times. She knew she was
between cycles which increased a woman's arousal and she was
nearing the so called female sexual peak, though to her sex was
more of a flat line experience. Even so, she was horny enough to
initiate sex which she never did. Not that she'd need to, Floyd
was chomping at the bit to get in her pants.

The plane flew over Trinibogo. The island was around the size of
Key West. Currently, they kept guests at only around 300 until
the resort could expand. The plane came down smoothly on the
water and stopped perfectly even with the dock. Three enormous
black men greeted the dozen plane passengers. Devon, the island's
Governor shook each passenger's hand. Jessica shivered as he took
her hand in his strong grip.

The guests split onto two buses each driven by muscle bulging
black men. One bus headed towards the motel and resort. The other
with Floyd and Jess, headed towards the private suites. The
private bungalows were little houses right on a secluded beach.
The sun was setting when the bus came to a halt.

"What say we call it an early night," said Jess, dropping her
bag.

"I agree, but how about we go get one drink." Floyd was eager to
get his wife into bed, but he had an ulterior motive for getting
a drink.

"Why not?"

A small tiki bar served the bungalows. It was on the beach.
Guests could get cots or snorkeling equipment from a shed beside
it. Another giant black man was bartending. This one was as big
and muscular as the others, but had long dread locks down his
back. Another tourist couple sat at a table playing dominoes.
"Still serving?" called out Floyd.

"Getting ready to close up." The black looked up and his eyes
fell on Jessica. "But I'll stay open a while longer. What can I
get you?"

"Amstel," said Floyd.

"White Russian," said Jessica.

"Samuel Dong. I'm here most nights."

"I'm Floyd Frost and this is my wife, Jessica."

"How long you here for?"

"All week."

Sam handed Floyd his beer. Unfortunately, Floyd had ordered a
bottle and Sam couldn't slip any Xcite into it. The sexy bitch
however, got a strong dose in her drink. "You're going to love
your stay here." Sam stared directly into Jess's eyes when he
talked.

"Seems rather secluded," she replied. The huge black man was
making her nervous.

"Oh I think you'll find our island has more to offer then what
you get back home, Mrs. Frost."

Floyd didn't care for the way the intimidating black man was
staring at Jessica. "Lets take our drinks back inside, honey. I'm
sure Mr. Dong wants to get home."

"All right." The couple carried their drinks back up to their
bungalow. "I need to use the restroom."

This was just the opportunity Floyd had been waiting for. He had
three fertility pills left. As Jessica disappeared, he slipped
them into her white Russian.

Jessica returned and they finished their drinks. She leaned over
and kissed Floyd on the lips after finishing. "What was that
for?" he asked.

"For this wonderful surprise." She leaned over and kissed him
again, slipping her tongue into his mouth this time. Floyd's
eyebrows shot up in surprise. He quickly took Jessica in his arms
and led her towards the bed.

"Floyd."

"Yes," he said, unbuttoning her top.

"Can you were a condom?"

"Jess!" His words came out just like a pouty child might whine.

"We're all nasty from the flight and I want to fall asleep
without the mess.

"I didn't bring any."

Jessica reached into her shorts and pulled out a condom.
"Tomorrow. On our anniversary we can do it. I promise."

<"I think that has to be the hottest bitch ever to grace our
island." Devon stared at the screen from the island's command
center. The other islander with him agreed. "Looks like she's
gotten some Xcite in her. The horny bitch is about to be
disappointed. Husband's gotten a dose too."

"Look again, mon."

"Zoom in on his prick. He's erect! That thing is tiny even for a
norm. The first of us to get his cock in that pussy is going to
be a lucky man.">

*************

Floyd was hard when he woke up the next morning. He pressed his
erection into Jessica's backside. She surprised him by pressing
back. "No condom?" he asked.

"Alright, but lets shower first. I still feel dirty."

Jessica used the shower first. It was barely warm, but
refreshing. She finished, wrapped a towel around her and walked
out to the bed. Floyd playfully smacked her ass as he passed her
towards the shower. Jessica just shook her head and opened her
suitcase. Her swimsuit was still in the store's bag as she
reached for it.

Floyd's dick stayed mostly hard throughout the shower. In a few
minutes he would be sinking his coatless prick into his wife's
hot pussy and maybe, she'd get knocked up. Floyd hurried up and
quickly toweled himself dry. He wrapped the towel around his
waist and entered the bedroom. The sight before him nearly
stunned him.

Floyd's eyes ran up Jessica's long shapely legs. The bikini
bottoms were low cut and left the sexy area under her flat belly
bare. Jessica's long stomach was exposed as were her ribs and a
good two inches of breast flesh under the bikini top. The cups
only covered the area around the nipples. He had a hard time
taking his eyes of her bosom, but when he did, he nearly recoiled
at the angry expression on her face. "How dare you?" she growled.

"I have no idea how..."

"Don't bullshit me, Floyd. I'm in politics."
"Sorry. I just thought you could stand to loosen up a little and
go crazy."

"I don't believe you did this."

"You look incredible. Hot. Sexy. Black is so your color."

"Asshole! I hope you still don't think you're going to get in my
pussy. You'll be lucky if I forgive you by the end of the week."

"But Jess? It's our anniversary."

"Leave me alone." Jess dug a wrap around skirt out of her luggage
and a blouse. She put both on, but left the blouse unbuttoned.
Jessica grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion and stormed out the
door.

Floyd climbed the stairs and walked out on the balcony. The
beautiful blue waters of the Caribbean greeted him. They were in
paradise and his wife was ruining it. He watched Jessica walk
down to the beach. She grabbed a cot near the tiki bar and
dragged it closer to the water. The beach wasn't crowded and
after awhile, Floyd watched her remove the skirt and later the
blouse.

Floyd returned inside and put his own suit on. He figured he'd
give her a little cooling off time before trying to join her or
at least getting his own cot and enjoying the sun alone.

Floyd returned to the balcony when he was finished. He looked
down at Jessica and found she had strolled down to the water.
Floyd stumbled back inside and quickly grabbed his digital
camera. He snapped a quick dozen shots of Jess wading in the
water. She was so beautiful she could have been a model used in
an ad to come visit the island. His friends would drool over
these pictures.

Floyd put the camera down and noticed a black man with very dark
skin was strolling down the beach. The man called out to Jessica
who turned. Floyd could make out long dreadlocks down the black's
back and realized it was Samuel Dong, the bartender from the tiki
bar. Sam's body rippled with muscles and he appeared to have a
tube wrapped around his waist so that it swung freely between his
legs. Floyd brought his camera up and zoomed in on the black man.
Sam was as muscular as any man he'd ever seen. As big as any
linebacker or heavyweight boxer, Floyd could think of.

Floyd frowned when he focused on the swinging tube between the
islander’s legs. Nothing was tied around Sam's waist. The black
man was nude! Floyd zoomed in on the islander's crotch and
couldn't help snapping a picture. Dong's dick was a long plump
monster that reached halfway down the black man's leg.

Floyd put the camera down and noticed Jess was staring down, her
mouth open in shock, as the islander approached. Sam stopped
beside her and chatted for awhile. Floyd couldn't help taking a
picture of the two perfect bodies standing together. Jessica made
no attempt to cover up her scantily clad body in the presence of
the black man. Sam left and strolled over to the tiki bar with
his monster cock swinging between his legs. Another black man was
behind the bar. He waved at Dong and switched places with him.
The other black pulled down his shorts revealing another monster
cock. The black man headed down to the water and went for a swim.
Dong took his place behind the bar.

Floyd was rather surprised by the sight. Evidently Jess was too,
because she had stared at Dong as he walked away and now she
appeared to be staring at the other bartender swimming around.
Floyd decided it was time to go join her.

"Still mad?" he called, approaching her cot.

"Yes."

"Can I join you anyway?"

"Go ahead. It was still a jerk thing to do, but apparently I'm
overdressed."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at them." Jessica pointed at a couple walking down the
beach. It was the couple they had seen playing dominoes last
night. The man was nude and the woman was only wearing bikini
bottoms. "Tell you what Floyd. I'll forgive you if you go nude."

"No way, Jess."

"No pussy, Floyd."

"Really? That's what it's going to take?"

"You embarrassed me by making me wear this piece of dental floss
in public. Now I need you to feel embarrassed too."

"Ok, but just for awhile." Floyd stood up in front of Jess. He
felt his dick stir as he stared at her body lying on the cot. He
gulped before pulling his trunks down.

"I brought you two some complimentary drinks," said Sam strolling
up. He stood side by side with Floyd who suddenly wished he
hadn't pulled off his trunks. Floyd's thumb sized prick was now
on display next to a huge black salami nearly ten inches soft.
"White Russian for the lady. And a beer for my little buddy
here." Floyd took the open bottle of beer.

"Thanks Sam," said Jessica smiling. Her face was eye-level with
the black's huge cock.

"Why don't you two allow me to give you one of my patented island
tours. I'm only filling in for an hour while my partner takes his
break."

"That sounds good," said Jess.

"Great. Why don't you two enjoy yourselves for a few hours before
I pick you up. We'll do the scooter tour first and later I leave
you two to have dinner and change then I'll show you the island's
nightlife.

"That was nice of him," said Jess, as Dong walked back to the
bar.

"Yep," replied Floyd. He waited for Jessica to bring up the
subject of the islander's huge penis, but she didn't. He drained
his beer still picturing the giant black cock in his head. Even
as he pictured it, he felt his own penis shriveling up with
inferiority. Floyd retrieved his shorts and pulled them up to
cover his less then impressive penis. Jessica didn't object. Even
as Floyd felt all sexual desire disappearing from him, Jessica's
appeared to be growing. Her nipples were very erect and she
squirmed in her cot as if aroused.

Indeed, she was quite horny. The beautiful woman threw herself on
her husband when they got back to their bungalow. Her arousal
turned into an angry disappointment when Floyd failed to get an
erection. She was still angry when Samuel knocked on their door.

They took two scooters on their tour of the island. Floyd and
Jessica doubled up on theirs. They passed through the undeveloped
side first. The road circled the island. At the center of the
island was a mountain. A road lead to a door in the side of the
mountain. The whole area was protected by a tall security fence
with cameras mounted on it. Sam explained that the place would
serve as a hurricane shelter if the island ever got hit again. He
didn't explain why so much security as needed.

They next rode past a forested area. Overturned mangroves and
other storm damage was still evidence of the destructive power of
the hurricane that had hit the island several year earlier. They
stopped on the North Beach and Floyd got to be horrified by the
sight of a third massive black cock. An islander Sam introduced
as Joseph Ngong was leaving the beach with a white female tourist
from France. Both were nude.

"Come we can make the sunset," said Samuel, taking off on his
scooter. The trio headed over to the main area of the island
where the resort and casino was located along with some
nightclubs and the marina. They watched the sunset over the
fishing boats. A cruise ship was leaving the harbor just as the
sun went down. "Lovely isn't it," said Sam and the Frosts had to
agree.

Sam showed them one of the finer restaurants for the couple to
enjoy their anniversary dinner while he left them alone. The
couple received a complimentary bottle of champagne with their
meal. Both were a little tipsy by the meals end.

Sam met them back at their bungalow. He was wearing white shorts,
sandals, and an open Hawaiian shirt showing off his bare chest.
The black man whispered something to Jessica that made her frown
as she went to change. Floyd felt comfortable with what he was
wearing so he and Sam had a drink at the tiki bar while Jess got
ready.

Jessica arrived at the tiki bar wearing her wrap around skirt and
a camisole top. She seemed nervous. "I can't believe I'm doing
this."

"Doing what honey?" asked Floyd.

Jess glanced at Sam who just grinned. "Wearing this," she said.

"You look fantastic."

"Not this. What's undernea..."

"Lets surprise your husband, girl." Sam stood and clapped Floyd
on the back. Floyd was a pretty big guy, but the black man made
him feel small and inadequate. He decided that he and his wife
would have to ditch the islander the rest of their trip. "Now let
me introduce you to the hottest nightclub on the island."

Floyd and Jess doubled up on their scooter and followed the black
man back towards the main resort. Sam's Hawaiian shirt flapped
behind him. "This is it," he said pulling his moped into a
parking spot for scooters.

"Shit," complained Jessica. "He wasn't kidding."

Floyd looked up at the building. Ska music was blaring out of the
front door. Neon lights on a bra and panties lit up above a sign
naming the club "The bikini bar".

"Shit!" Jess got off the moped and pulled her camisole off over
her head.

Floyd gaped as her big breasts bounced free of the top confined
by the undersized black bikini. "Jess! What on earth?"

"Apparently, this club only allows women inside who are wearing
bikinis." Jess nodded towards the entrance as a drunk woman in a
bikini stepped outside with her husband. Three girls in their
late teens also wearing bikinis came laughing down the docks to
enter the club.

Floyd was overwhelmed by the eye candy inside the club. At least
four dozen women in bikinis filed the place and most looked good.
Only a few of them had no business wearing a bikini. Floyd filled
with pride that his wife was hotter then most. An equal number of
men filled the bar. Most wore open shirts or tee shirts and
shorts. Six of the giant black islanders were mingling with the
tourists. All had white women on their arms. Sam bought them
three drinks as they made their way through the crowd. Sam talked
to a muscle bound black bartender who glanced at Jessica with a
smug grin on his face.

The trio made their way to a table and sat watching the crowd.
Floyd thought the club was a great place for people watching
especially when all the women wore bikinis.

Sam stood up. "I'm sure you two don't want a third wheel hanging
around on your anniversary. If Jessica will give me the honor of
one dance, I'll be on my way."

"Honey?" Jessica looked at Floyd. Her expression implied that she
would be happy if her husband said no.

"Sure go ahead and have one dance," said Floyd, thinking he was
getting revenge for her being such a bitch about the bikini
earlier. He watched them walk out and start dancing to a Bob
Marley song. Jessica tried to keep her distance, but Sam put his
hands on her hips and held her closer.

They returned when the song had ended. "Thanks Mr. and Mrs.
Frost. I hope to see you at the tiki bar soon."

"You taking off?" asked Floyd.

"I'm going to step outside for a smoke, then probably mingle for
awhile. Have fun."

Jessica stared at Sam as he walked away. She turned to her
husband. "Ready to head on back?" She put her hand on his knee
and winked at him.

Floyd gulped. He tried to concentrate on his penis and could
barely sense anything. It still felt shriveled and unresponsive.
"Lets stay for a few more." Jess looked disappointed, but Floyd
hoped the drinks would get his juices flowing.

Floyd went up to the bar for two more drinks. Both he and Jessica
were feeling quite drunk. The champagne from dinner was heady
stuff. He paid for the drinks, but when he returned to the table,
Jessica was gone.

Jessica was dancing with Sam Dong again. Her back was to the
black man and her ass was grinding against his crotch. Sam spun
her around. He held her hips and mashed their crotches together
while they danced. The song ended, but they didn't stop dancing.
Sam slid a hand under Jessica's sarong and whipped it off. He let
his flowery shirt fall to the floor and tied the skirt around his
neck like a cape. Jessica was now dancing in just her bikini. Sam
continued dancing, stooping and grinding his crotch into
Jessica's. He kissed her hand when the next song ended and
disappeared.

Jessica came back to the table and downed half her drink. "Take
me back to our room and fuck me, Floyd. I don't care if you wear
a rubber."

Floyd's wife was hot and bothered and his dick felt like a limp
noodle. Pissed, his fantasy night was about to get ruined,
nevertheless Floyd nodded and left the bar with his wife. He
prayed his dick would come through for him in the end.

Floyd straddled his moped and pressed the ignition. Nothing
happened. He tried kick starting it, but it still wouldn't start.
Floyd was bent over checking the spark plug when a voice said,
"Having trouble."

Floyd looked up at Sam climbing on his own moped. "She won't
start."

"Got gas?"

"I was half full when... wait the meter is reading empty."

"Happens sometimes. Probably someone siphoned off your gas. Well
if you'd like, I can give Mrs. Frost a ride back on my moped then
come back and get you."

"Would you? That would be great."

"Hop on Jessica," said Dong. "You look a little unsteady, better
climb on in front of me."

Floyd watched his drunk wife straddle the moped and Sam mount
behind her. Big black muscular arms held her in place as they
gripped the handle bars. It was a tight fit on the seat and Sam's
crotch was pressed against Jess's bikini clad ass. Floyd didn't
know where the sarong had disappeared too. Sam winked at Floyd
and sped off. Before the moped was out of sight, the transport
bus pulled up and Floyd decided to take it rather then wait for
Sam to return.

************

Floyd entered his bungalow just as Sam said, "Let me help you get
ready for bed."

"Sam! Stop that."

Floyd looked towards the stairs. Jessica's bikini top dropped
down from Above and landed on the floor. Sam said "Come on
Jessica, this is the islands, you don't need to wear that thing."
The bedroom door opened and closed.

Floyd suddenly realized, Sam was making a play for his wife. The
thought made him nervous. He could end this now, by calling out.
He did trust Jessica. She wouldn't cheat on him, not with a black
man especially. Floyd decided to watch how far Jessica would go
before she called an end to it. Outside the bungalow was a patio
with some chairs. He could easily climb up to the balcony and see
into his bedroom

Floyd gripped the rails and pulled himself up to the second
level. The sight through the sliding glass door stunned him.
Jessica was facing him with her eyes shut. She was topless, but
Floyd couldn't tell because Sam's huge black hands were cupping
her breasts. Jess was leaning back into Sam's bare chest
breathing heavily. The black man was tugging on her nipples and
Floyd had never seen them look so hard before.

As he watched, one black hand left her breast and slid down her
pale white belly. The hand slipped beneath her panties. Jess
suddenly arched her back and thrust her hips outward. Her mouth
open in a silent moan.

Floyd crept towards the door and pulled it open an inch so he
could hear just as Sam spun Jessica around and pushed her back on
the bed. "Some parts of the island, you don't even need to wear
these," said Sam. He pulled the strings holding Jessica's panties
on.

"I'm so drunk," moaned Jessica, writhing on the bed as Sam pulled
her panties down exposing the curly brown hair on her crotch. "I
don't know what I'm doing."

Sam Dong laughed. "You know exactly what you're doing and you
ain't that drunk. You been horny since you met me and even
hornier once you saw my big black cock this afternoon. I bet you
thought of my cock all day."

"No!"

"Admit it. Come on slut or you ain't going to see my cock right
now. I'll take it away. I seen your hubby today. He's hung like a
little boy. Your horny pussy is craving a man sized cock. You've
only seen my black cock soft baby, well you ain't seen nothing
yet and you won't unless you admit it."

Jess scrunched her face up trying to fight the truth. "It's true,
damn you. You've made me horny. I want to see your big black cock
again."

"You going to do more then see it, slut. You want it in your
pussy?"

"Yes...no, It's too big. It won't fit."

"You going to let me try?"

"No…maybe, ok, but go easy."

"Sure thing, baby. I know nothings been near that pussy even
close to this big." Sam yanked his shorts down and his monster
black cock sprang up. It was hard already and seemed happy to be
freed. The huge cock looked to be between twelve and thirteen
inches long. Floyd's feeling of inferiority at the sight was
mollified by his knowledge that Jessica would not be able to take
something as thick as her wrist into her pussy.

"I can't believe this is happening," moaned Jessica. She stared
down her body and watched as Sam lined his giant black cock up
with her pussy. He was kneeling between her legs now. Sam inched
forwards until his cock head pressed against her pussy lips.

Floyd watched transfixed as Jess began lifting her hips up
towards Sam's shaft. The black man was teasing her with his cock
head by rubbing it along her slit. Semen shot up into Jessica's
pubes and Floyd exhaled in relief. Little jets of semen shot out
each time Sam raised his cock head and Floyd realized that it
wasn’t semen, the huge black cock was producing precum in these
large amounts. The black man was lubricating Floyd's wife up
good, but judging from the way Sam's cock head was glistening
with juice, she didn't need the help.

"Ugh!" Jessica grimaced.

Sam had pushed forward and his cock head had forced Jessica's
pussy lips apart. They stretched wide enough for Sam to push his
cock head through the opening.

"Jesus, that's big."

"And your fucking tight. Hubby's little prick never opened this
thing up."

"I guess not," gasped Jess. She was breathing heavily now.
"This tight puss is hugging my cock." Sam worked the end of his
cock around a little. He forced his cock in deeper and deeper.
Jessica began raising her hips up into his thrusts. "That's it
baby, starting to like having your pussy stuffed."

"You got that right. I've never felt so full. I feel strange.
Give me more."

"Gladly." Sam slammed his cock in hard. This deep, her pussy felt
even tighter as he pushed deeper then her husband ever had.

"Ugh! Ah Aaahhh!" Jessica's body exploded with pleasure. "W-what
was that?" Her entire body felt alive and tingly. “What just
happened?”

"You just came baby."

Floyd felt sick to his stomach as he watched his wife submitting
to Sam's monster cock.

"I've never had an orgasm before." Jessica seemed to be in shock.
“I liked it.”

"You never been stuffed by a man sized cock before. Baby, we is
just getting started."

Jessica did cum again. And again. She wrapped her legs around
Sam's back trying to pull him deeper. There was a stab of pain as
his cock head slammed her cervix. His cock squirted a coating of
fluid on her cervix. "Oh no. Don't cum in me." Jess suddenly
remembered she was unprotected and right around her fertile
period.
Sam grunted and pressed his cock hard against her cervix. His
precum had softened it and his cock head slowly pushed through.
"Too late, baby."

"My gawd... I think it's in my womb. Take it out. You'll make me
pregnant."

"I told you it's too late. Why did you let me in if you didn't
want a load of black sperm?"

"I didn't think it would fit. I still don't bel...aahh" Jess
moaned as Sam buried his cock up to the balls in her pussy.
"...lieve it. You got to pull out."

"Too late." Sam pulled back, but the ridge of his cock caught
inside her cervix. "It ain’t coming out until it blows." It was
stuck.

"No," moaned Jess. She suddenly realized that her legs were
squeezing Sam's hips. She had unconsciously tried to hold him
inside when he started pulling out.

"You'll just have to cross your fingers, baby." Sam started
fucking her. He was only able to withdraw a few inches or so. His
hips bucked faster and faster.

Floyd watched the black man's ass cheeks flex. He tried to open
the door further and put a stop to this. His hand wouldn't budge.
It was as if waves of masculinity were pouring out through the
crack in the door. Jessica started screaming now. She was having
one long continuous orgasm. Sam's hands were squeezing her tits
as she arched her back.

"Here it cums, baby."

'no don’t,' she thought, but her voice betrayed her. "Fill my
pussy. Give me your sperm, stud."

Sam grunted and buried his cock. Jessica's body went wild as a
massive load of sperm filled her womb. Her pussy quivered as his
cock continuously jerked shooting more semen inside her. One wad
of cum from Sam was greater then her entire marriage's worth of
sperm from Floyd.

Floyd's stomach sank as he realized Sam had become the first man
to ejaculate inside Jessica's unsoiled pussy. He could only pray
that the black man's sperm didn't find a home. He held out hope
that Sam's sperm was weak as none had leaked out of Jess yet.

"Bad news, baby," growled Sam working his cock around. "It's
still hard. We gonna hafta do this again."

"What!" Jessica was astounded that the black man was apparently
ready to go again. His cock was still pumping little jets of
sperm out. "Ugh," she cried as Sam fell on her. He rolled her
over so that she was on top of him.

"Your turn to work that pussy. Lets see what a white American
slut can do with some Trinibogon big black cock."

Despite being exhausted, Jessica pushed up off his chest and
began riding Sam's prick. His cock sure didn't feel like it had
softened one bit and it was still stuck in her cum-filled womb.
She ground her pussy hard into his crotch loving every inch of
his huge black shaft. Jess started bucking again and was startled
when her pussy began orgasming again. It was almost too good.

Sam's cock outlasted her strength and he had to help by cupping
her ass cheeks and bucking his hips. Jessica had her biggest
orgasm of the night as Sam flooded her womb once again with his
hot black sperm. She collapsed like a rag doll on top of him
completely exhausted.

Sam rolled her limp body over so that he was on top. He waited
until his cock quit squirting and softened slightly before
removing it. Nearly a soda can's worth of semen poured out of her
pussy and that wasn't all of it. More sperm got trapped in her
womb as her cervix closed back up. She'd leak semen for days.

"Get rid of hubby tomorrow so I can fuck you again," said Sam, as
he dressed.

"No," gasped Jess. "I can't do this again. It's a one time
thing."

"It's already been a two time thing, whore. You’re hooked on this
big black cock and will beg me to fuck you again."

"No."

"I think so. If you want this again..." Sam shook his cock at her
before tucking it away into his shorts, "Go topless on the beach
tomorrow." Sam shook his head making his dreadlocks shake. He
turned and left.

Floyd watched Jessica stumble to her feet. She retrieved a towel
and struggled to clean the sperm off the bed. More sperm dripped
to the floor as she walked around. He turned and climbed back
down the balcony just as the noise of Sam's moped faded in the
distance. Floyd wandered down to the beach and sat silently in
the moonlight for several hours. He prayed Jessica hadn't gotten
pregnant and decided to forgive her if this was truly a one time
thing.

***************

It was afternoon by the time the couple got moving the next day.
Jessica put her bikini on. This time she didn't bother putting
anything over it. She no longer seemed ashamed of her magnificent
body.

Sam was working the tiki bar. He waved at them, but Jess ignored
him which was all right with Floyd. They found two cots and
sunned themselves for an hour. Jessica rolled over on her stomach
and untied her bikini top. She promptly fell asleep.

Floyd wasn't one for sitting still in the sun. He didn't really
want to talk to Sam, but he wanted to try snorkeling. He walked
up to the big black man. "Allo Floyd. Sorry mon, but I was low on
gas last night and couldn't pick you up."

"I made it back. Can I get a mask and snorkel please?"

"Sure ting, mon. Need any drinks?"

"Not right now, thanks." Floyd took his gear back to his wife and
froze in his tracks. Jessica had rolled over and hadn't bothered
putting her bikini top back on. "Jess!"

"Sorry, honey, but most of the women here go topless. Besides,
this way I don't have those dumb looking white strips on my
body."

Floyd was horrified as he waded out into the water. He snorkeled
out to a small reef. It was filled with colorful fish. He was in
paradise, but he couldn't focus on it. Floyd lifted his head up
and looked back over the water. He watched his topless wife stand
up and stroll over to the tiki bar. She talked to Sam for several
minutes before coming back with a drink in her hands.

Floyd felt the sinking feeling in his stomach return. He swam
back to shore and waded out of the water. Jessica was undoing her
bottoms and she didn't look happy about it. She threw them over
the top of her cot beside her top. She glanced towards the tiki
bar just as Floyd walked up. He could see her slit between her
legs. Her labia glistened and her clit was engorged. Her nipples
had popped out also. Jessica was clearly quite aroused. "Oh, hi
honey," she said as Floyd walked up.

"Jess. Decided to go native, I see" he replied without grinning.

"When in Rome." Jess reached over beside her drink. "Sam got you
a present. It's a ticket for a fishing trip at dusk tonight. He
got it free."

Floyd looked at the voucher. "This is only good for one person,
honey. I won't leave you behind. I'll either not go or try to get
you a ticket."

"Boats aren't my thing. Honestly, I'm feeling a little off and
could use the rest. Go have some fun, dear."

"If that's what you want, honey."

**************

Floyd actually drove his scooter down to the docks though he had
no intention of getting on the boat. He saw the boat being
boarded. Two black crewmen were helping five white men onboard.
Several wives standing by islanders waved goodbye to their
husbands.

Floyd turned his scooter around as the sun was setting. He
returned to his bungalow thirty minutes later. He could see
Jessica at the bar when he parked. Floyd entered his bungalow and
climbed the stairs. He snuck back out on the balcony.

Jessica was sitting at the bar wearing her bikini and the wrap
around skirt. Sam was behind the bar and the other black
bartender was sitting beside Jess. Two more black islanders sat
at a table playing dominoes. One he recognized as Devon, the
island's governor. The other black man took him a minute before
it hit Floyd. It was Joseph, the islander who They saw walking
nude along the beach.

"I'll finish your shift, mon," said the bartender, sitting beside
Jess.

"Hey, thanks, bro." Sam came out from behind the tiki bar,
grinning. Jessica took his elbow and they headed for the
bungalow. The three remaining blacks all watched Jessica walk
away. Floyd closed the sliding glass door without doubting he was
about to see his wife cheat on him again. Sam's big black cock
seemed to have turned her into a slut.

The interracial couple soon entered the bedroom. "Strip," ordered
Sam.

Jessica pulled five strings, the skirt and bikini falling to the
floor. "How long do we have?"

"My friend, the captain, will develop engine trouble. Your
husband won't be home until dawn."

"You need to wear a condom, this time."

"I don't wear those things."

"Pull it out before you cum then," said a worried Jessica. "Don't
get it stuck again."

Sam shrugged before dropping his shorts. His cock was only half
hard, but still close to a foot long. Floyd couldn't believe his
wife had taken that monster.

"I can't believe I took that monster," said Jessica, echoing her
husband’s thoughts.

"Time for your first taste of black cock, mama."

"What? Oh, I don't do that."

"Time to learn how to suck some dick then." Sam placed his large
hands on Jessica's shoulders and pushed down.

"No. I mean it. Oral sex is disgusting." Jess found herself
staring at Sam's foot long cock. It looked even larger up close.
"I would never..." Jessica moved her head closer to the black
man's crotch. She sniffed it before taking the fat cock head in
her mouth.

"Never say never, slut." Sam wrapped a meaty hand around her head
and pulled her forwards. "Just like you learned to love it in
your pussy, you'll learn to love it in yo mouth."

Her strange desire to please the black man coupled with her
fascination with his huge black cock had Jessica enjoying an act
she considered obsene. He pushed more down her throat until she
choked. Sam pulled his cock out of her mouth while she caught her
breath. Impatient, he pulled her head under his cock. Jessica
found herself licking two testicles bigger then some of the
coconuts found on the island.

Jessica returned to sucking Sam's cock again. Her neck and mouth
grew sore. She stroked what she couldn't swallow. Her arms grew
tired before she noticed his cock swelling up even larger. She
remembered the extraordinary size of his ejaculate just as he
came. Jess hadn't intended to swallow his seed, but the first wad
sent half a soda can's worth of semen down her throat. Sperm
quickly filled her mouth and shot out the sides of her lips. She
rapidly gulped it down, her mouth quickly refilling after each
swallow.

"Go get cleaned up," ordered Sam, as he removed his spent cock
from her mouth. He smacked the rubbery shaft across her forehead
twice before Jessica leaped to obey.

Floyd was scared to see Sam turn towards the balcony when Jessica
disappeared into the bathroom. He slid away from the door and
curled up on the balcony's corner pulling a chair to hide his
body. Sam opened the door all the way and whistled down towards
the tiki bar. He held his fist up and opened it flashing five
fingers before returning to the bedroom.

Jessica returned and Sam positioned her on the bed on all fours.
She faced the sliding glass door. Floyd watched Sam mount behind
her and the look of pure sexual satisfaction on his wife's face
as Sam pushed his cock back inside her pussy. Jessica's big tits
started swaying as Sam started fucking her pussy hard.

Floyd was watching his wife cry out in orgasm when he noticed the
second black man enter the room. It was Joseph Ngong. He stripped
off his clothes behind Sam. The expression on Jessica's face
turned to shock when Joseph walked out naked before her. Floyd
watched Joseph angle his twelve inch cock towards Jessica's mouth
before the black man's ass blocked his view. Joseph's ass started
flexing and thrusting. Floyd knew Jessica was sucking him off
too.

24 hours ago, Floyd would never have conceived of what he
witnessed his conservative wife do that night. Jessica had turned
into a complete slut for black island cock. Sam filled her
unprotected pussy again and pulled out while Jessica continued
blowing Joseph. After Joseph came, he pulled his still erect cock
out of her mouth and laid down on the bed. He pulled Jessica on
top of him.

This time, Jessica was facing away from Floyd. He watched his
wife's ass bounce up and down on Joseph's cock until Sam walked
back out onto the balcony. Sam flashed five fingers again at the
black men down at the bar. He was telling them how many minutes
to wait until they came up. Sam had set Jessica up for a gang
bang.

Floyd watched Joseph grab Jessica's hips to stop her from
bouncing. His hands spread her ass cheeks open. Jessica looked
over her shoulder, horrified to see Sam approaching, hard cock in
hand. Soon Sam blocked her ass and Floyd knew he had penetrated
her ass by her scream.

Jessica's scream soon turned into a moan. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass.
So full. I love your big cocks." Her words were soon muffled as
the third black man from downstairs entered the room and shoved
his cock in her throat. Devon, the governor, undressed while she
sucked his dick. Floyd's wife had three foot long cocks in her.
The fourth black man entered the room. He stroked his cock
waiting for an opening.

Floyd watched throughout the night as Jessica sucked off all four
cocks, took three in her ass, got titty fucked, and jerked off on
until her body was white and slippery. The night ended when one
of the black men plopped Jessica down on the room's card table
and started fucking her hard. Her cervix no longer trapped their
cocks. The black man fucked her with the full length of his
shaft. When he finished filling her pussy another took his place.
All four fucked her like that. As each finished, he dressed and
left the bungalow.

Floyd climbed down after the last black man had left. He dragged
a cot out to the beach and went to sleep.

****************

"Sorry I'm late, honey. We had boat trouble and didn't get back
until dawn."

"That's fine, dear." Jessica yawned and went back to sleep.

Floyd shook her awake again. "Jess, you look awful. Are you
feeling ok?"

"Just tired."

Floyd noticed how rubbery her cheeks looked from sucking off all
the black men. Her tits also had red marks on the skin from
getting mauled by black hands. She hadn't been thorough in
getting all the dried cum off her. He didn't want to see what her
twat or ass hole looked like and was thankful she was covered by
a sheet. "Are you sure? We could always leave early. This island
isn't as nice a place as I hoped."

"It's paradise," mumbled Jessica, falling back asleep.

Floyd crawled in beside her and tried to sleep. He knew his
marriage was probably over. He decided to adopt a "what happens
in Vegas..." attitude. If she went back to normal when they got
home and if she wasn't pregnant, he'd forgive her. If not, it was
time to move on.

The rest of the week, Jessica found an excuse to disappear for
awhile everyday. A walk on the beach to Jess meant stepping
behind the tiki bar and blowing both Sam and the other bartender.
She borrowed the moped to go shopping and returned ten hours
later explaining that the moped had broken down.

On their last day, the islanders threw a beach party complete
with bonfire and barbecues. The women staying at the bungalows
wore bikinis and chatted around the fire. One by one, their
husbands drank too much and one of the islanders carried the
drunk man inside his bungalow while the wife stayed. Floyd felt
woozy and Sam half carried him back to his bungalow. Floyd
realized he'd been drugged as had the other white men. After Sam
dropped him on the bed, Floyd wobbled to his feet and made it to
the balcony. Many of the wives had lost their bikini tops and
were now in the arms of the black men. Floyd passed out as the
action heated up.

***************

Floyd was ready to move out even before Jessica admitted she was
pregnant. She turned bitchier and bitchier as the weeks passed.
He even caught her flirting with a black intern who worked at the
senator’s office. Floyd was positive she slept with him, but it
didn't improve Jessica's attitude and the intern was no match for
the muscle bound giants of Trinibogo. Floyd regretted losing his
wife. Pregnancy seemed to improve her already magnificent body.
Her nipples darkened, swelled, and she had a lovely flush to her
cheeks.

The day Jessica came home and announced she was pregnant, Floyd
moved to the guest room. Jessica didn't stop him nor even comment
on it. A month later she came home bawling. Some of his old love
for his wife flooded back to him and Floyd asked with compassion,
"Jess, what's wrong?"

"The ultrasound... four heartbeats..."

"Quintuplets! Ha, serves you right, slut." No doubt the fertility
pills he had been slipping her had helped, thought Floyd.

"Floyd!"

"I know that island turned you into a whore, Jessica. I hope
you're happy with your screaming brats. I'm going to go stay with
my brother."

Floyd was still packing when Jessica entered the room. "Floyd, I
love you and you've been a great husband, but now I know that you
are inadequate and will always remain so." She glanced at his
crotch and left the room.
The word "inadequate" haunted Floyd for the rest of his life and
ruined many of his future relationships. Jessica had the
quintuplets, three boys and a girl. The bigoted senator gave her
maternity leave and found an excuse not to rehire her. Floyd lost
contact with her, but when his lawyer tried to serve her the
final divorce notice, he found that she had moved to Trinibogo.

The End